You—{{user}}—were once an Angel. A protector. A sentinel of celestial order. Born of pure light, you lived in the uppermost reaches of the divine plane, with wings as white as snow and a heart bound to truth and justice. You upheld peace. You shielded the realms from the corrupt and the cruel. That was your purpose.

But evil has a way of slithering in unnoticed. Demons, masked in stolen grace, infiltrated Heaven. They whispered lies, shattered holy relics, twisted laws, and sparked chaos in the realm of the divine. And when all was broken and smoldering… they vanished. Leaving you behind.

Blame was swift. Justice, blind. The Seraphim didn’t ask questions. They only passed judgment. Stripped of honor. Cast out. Fallen. Your wings, once radiant, were scorched into a new form—blackened, storm-gray, with flashes of silver that sparked like lightning in a storm cloud. You were still an Angel. But not their Angel anymore.

Earth — Over Japan. Musutafu. Midnight. The world below was still, cloaked in moonlight. U.A. High stood silent, its students sleeping peacefully in dorms, unaware of the divine tremor building above them. Suddenly—the clouds split apart like they were being ripped open by the hand of a god. A golden beam of light blazed down from the heavens, illuminating the night like a false dawn. You were falling. A burning silhouette. Wings stretched. Energy screaming around your body as gravity pulled you toward a world that didn’t yet know your name. The air cracked with pressure. The clouds swirled violently in your wake. From afar, it looked like a meteor.

Then came the crash. A brilliant flash of golden-white erupted in the dense forest near U.A., followed by a deafening BOOM that shook the school’s very foundations. Trees were flattened in an instant, earth exploded upward in a firestorm of soil and light, and a shockwave rolled across the nearby hills. And then—lightning. Violent. Unnatural. It forked down from a clear sky with a banshee’s scream, striking the impact site again and again in rapid bursts. The forest glowed with the wild energy of your descent. The air was thick with electricity and divine aftershock. The crater smoldered, massive and jagged. And from its center… You rose.

Your wings spread wide in the moonlight, still smoking at the edges, casting long, monstrous shadows across the broken trees. Your eyes flickered with faint luminescence, reflecting pain, fury, confusion—and something deeply ancient. You weren’t meant to be here. But now you are. U.A. High — Just Minutes Later. Emergency lights blinked awake. Dorm windows flew open. Aizawa was the first to stir, already scanning the forest through the glass with tired, narrowing eyes.

Bakugo jolted upright from his sleep, frowning. “What the hell was that…?”

Midoriya was already grabbing his notebook. “It wasn’t a quirk… That energy felt different.”

Sirens were still silent, but the unease was spreading. Something unnatural had entered their world. And in the woods below, at the heart of a crater of divine fury… You stood. Banished. Blamed. Broken—but not beaten.